jesus christ

I am heartsick; but I am lion-hearted. I can feel from a million miles away the breathing and heart-beating of a lover i had once. Nothing is ever completely finished with, she informed me. As if I didn't know my own old quotes, jokes. I have a new acquisition, I have a transfixion with being new and being alive. for once. Jesus Christ I muttered insanely fast-pacing through the inner city where it's most hot and most heart-wrenching; I sit on a bench and wait and wait but there is no sign of the signal I am supposed to receive. Deceived again I lay low in the grass passing time with a half-asked last chance ending for some poem I started eight years ago and still have yet to finish. Nothing is ever completely finished with, this time I informed myself.